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Andy’s Secondhand Store “Hey Andy, it’s OK to try on some of these clothes here isn’t it?” I asked holding up a skirt. “Sure, you don’t need to ask,” Andy said. “Only don’t do it so near the window this time. There’s no reason to encourage the riff raff.” I was on my weekly foray to Andy’s, my favorite secondhand store and my favorite place next to the college library. I like the clothes and stuff, I also adore Andy. Andy one day told me about her zoot suited boy friend in New York, her work as an artist’s model and later in bookstores. She moved out here about ten years ago, following a sweetie, a woman who had a teaching position at the college. Andy is a comfortable person, large, wearing huge sweaters and jeans. Her voice is roughened by her constant smoking, and she has a fine gurgley laugh. She is always friendly. Always has great things in her shop — everything is filled with potential. Her large hands would fold a piece of clothing and then pat it down to hold it in place for that perfect person. Her face really lit up when she told about her job as a welder during the war. She loves making things. Now, I could envision her at a party with a scotch in one hand, cigarette in another, sitting back and laughing amongst her bohemian friends. We made the foray to Andy’s today, we being Sam of the gorgeous eyes, Jim, my boyfriend, Jenny, Bill, Julia and me, Chastity. Julia is an exceptional looking woman of the blonde, slim and large breasted variety. She was Jenny’s friend and always seemed to be watching to see how I manage to keep Jim’s attention. She can’t understand that she isn’t Jim’s type. Not that he didn’t find her attractive, he did, up to a point. He just didn’t find that the perfect fingernail polish meant anything. He enjoyed stimulation of another kind. Someone he could talk with. And someone who could take his breath away. “OK guys. There’s lots of stuff here, magic in the making,” I fingered a blouse. “I see nice things, but —” Jenny said. “It’s their potential, like tubes of paint to the artist, though I’m not one.” I laid the nightdress top to the side. “Isn’t that way too small?” Sam said. “I’m hoping it’s just right. Here, I’ll show you.” I popped off my sweater and blouse and tried it on. Julia still hadn’t figured out the part about taking people’s breath away, I could hear her gasp across the store. Andy was laughing. “You see, I saw this picture of a Malay tribeswoman wearing something like this and I thought it was just dashing. If I hold it here, a single button will do, see how it pulls across my chest. The Malay top had pleats here and here and poofed sleeves. If I can’t do that with this, I’ll think of something else.” I let the top fall open. Sam was shaking her head, “I still don’t see how you do it.” “Actually I’m lazy. I can sew a little, but it is a lot easier for me to make do. I’m also looking for a black skirt. Keep an eye out.” I was shifting through more things. “Hey, look at this,” Jenny held up a ceramic vase. “That would look wonderful in the front, wouldn’t it, by the window,” Jim said. He was learning to see potential, too. “But we never have any flowers,” Bill said. “It’s nice to look at by itself, silly,” Jenny said, giving his arm a squeeze. “I like it.” “Oh. I like it, too,” Bill said and followed her as she looked around some more. “Oh my,” Sam gasped. She held up a black velvet cape that had a hood. “Andy,” I shouted. “You’ve been holding out on me.” Boy, I’d wanted a cape like that for the longest time. A cape and long black boots that came up my thighs. “Here,” Sam said, “it’d look great on you,” offering me the cape. “Better on you sweetie.” I pushed it back to her. “Put it on.” I watched her. “Oh, you look fantastic.” I smiled at her, “If I were a man I’d fall instantly in love with you.” “I’m not sure.” She looked down at it and fingered the fabric. “Put up the hood, here just a second.” I motioned to Jim. “Here, Jim put on this jacket.” I’d found a neat old band jacket with lots of braid and buttons. I was trying not to be a hog. “Now stand with Sam over by that mirror there.” I pointed to the spot and followed them. “Oh my,” Sam said. “See, it’s just plain handsome on you. We’ll have to have a costume ball at the house and Jim can be your beau. Shall we dance?” As Jim, Sam and I held hands and did our merry circle, Andy came over. “You know, I got in some shoes last weekend. An estate sale and they are still in back.” “Another cape?” “May be, I’ll check.” She turned and headed off. “Oh, pray that the secondhand shop gods are kind to us.” I said. Andy knew some of my bents. “You can have the cape, I want you to have it,” Sam said, starting to take it off. “No dear, it looks perfect on you.” I headed back to the tables, “A costume party sounds fun to me.” “As near as I can tell every day is a costume party for you,” Jim said, leaning close to give my cheek a kiss. “Of course, why not.” I opened the nightshirt. “This would look nice if my chest were painted, wouldn’t it?” “Pretty nice unpainted, too,” Jim laughed. “The chest that is.” “Now Jim, it’s up to you to see that Chastity doesn’t do any of her antics,” Jenny said. She grinned. “I’ve never been arrested for public indecency,” I mused. “I wonder what it would be like in the tank?” “You’d be naked in a place where nobody gave a damn,” Julia said. She had no sense of humor, but it was true. “Oh well. We’ll just keep the indecency private then.” I went back to the clothes. “I’m also looking for a red tube top.” “Here’s a black skirt,” Jenny said, holding up a wonderful Mexican thing. “That’s perfect,” I rushed over. “Let’s see.” I pulled down my skirt and took it off. Julia gasped. “How do you like it, Julia?” I stood straight and shook my hips at her. Jim laughed across the room. “You can see why Andy didn’t want Chastity trying on things by the front window.” “But she’s not wearing anything,” Julia was turning pink. “Shoes, socks, open top, that’s our Chastity,” Jenny said. “Shoot, I forgot about the top,” I took it off. I was putting on the skirt when Andy came back. “You look wonderful as always, dear,” Andy said. I looked over and she had a pair of embroidered shoes but no cape. The shoes were red, with toes that curled up a little. It looked like there were small mirrors on them, also. “Here, try these on.” “You always flatter your customers.” “I wish flattery would get me somewhere, you do look fantastic. I see you haven’t caused a riot yet.” “Oh, these shoes fit perfectly,” I lifted up the skirt high. “I love them.” I looked over at Sam. “What shoe size do you wear?” “I think they’d be too big for me.” “Here try them on, just in case. That cape is crying out for shoes like these.” I twirled in the skirt, “I really love this, thanks Jenny.” “Hey Chastity, is this what you want?” Julia held up a top. “Perfect, perfect, oh thanks,” I ran over. “Anything to get you decent again.” “I always try to be decent, it’s just that I don’t always have clothes on.” The top fit perfectly. “This is just what I wanted.” I leaned over and gave Julia a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve given up wanting a kiss like that from her,” Andy said. “Andy, I’m sorry,” I ran over. Seventeen-year-olds have boundless energy. “Here.” Oh my, Andy could blush, too. “Time for a cigarette,” she went back to the counter. “Nope the shoes don’t fit, sorry Chastity.” Sam handed them back to me. “Well, I’ll put them to good use.” They were back on my feet. When we got ready to go, Andy handed me a bag. “Here, some junk jewelry that’ll never sell.” “Oh, Andy, thanks.” I looked in the bag. Strings of fake pearls, gaudy pins, and more. “Are you sure?” “Sure. There might be something you can use.” “I can use it all.” I drew out some pearls and put them on, not doubling up the strands, so they hung low. “And here,” I put a pin on Sam’s cloak, “You’re a Scottish princess.” I leaned over the counter and gave Andy another peck. “Thanks, Andy.” We headed down the street, Jim in his band jacket, Sam in her cloak, me in by shoes, tube top and black dress, Jenny had found some dishes along with the vase, Bill an old book of fairy tales with nice illustrations by someone named Nielson, even Julia had some pompoms. She said they were for her wall, but I think she was starting to get the idea. “Sam, do you know a piece of poetry to recite?” “Sorry. But we can make up a story about the roaring boys and the roaring girls and their visit to town.” “Something about swaggering down the street,” Jim said. “And naked hussies,” I offered. “And their flash of clothing and shining shoes,” Julia said. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all. “Tall beautiful blonde maids,” I said. “With their beaus bearing trinkets in their arms for their true loves,” Jenny smiled at Bill. “Oh, and burly innkeepers with hearts of gold.” Bill laughed, he loved Jenny’s smiles. “And the roaring girl in her cape of black trodding the ways of this small town.” Sam swayed from side to side. “I think a costume party is a great idea.”
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